(JT Money)

What up G'yea

Father to son, know what it is



What up son, how you feelin'?

It won't be long before I return in God's willin'

But in the mean time, do everything grandma tell ya

Follow her words, and I promise you they won't fail ya

Just be strong and take care of your little sister (...boiiy)

Tell her that I love her and that daddy miss her

You know I love you two, just keep doin' good in school

And remember bein' bad, boy, don't make you cool

Might make a fool of yourself, or you'll end up like me

Incarserated and I know you will be s and b

We should be free, my son, you know I wouldn't lie to you

So make the garden, and these hoes don't apply to you

Ya heard me boy?

You gotta dedicate your life to God

Cause he's the one who blessed you from the start and made you smart

I know you smart, that's why I write you this type of letter

But I shouldn't worry too much because we raised you better

Me and my momma, and I know that you gonna represent

And thank you for the letters and the pensions that you sent

You made me happy, I was blessed with you when I was young

And we gonna grow up together, father and son, father and son



(JT Hook)

Nobody seperate us that's a fact

I'm never goin' back to the projects, the black man just stay largest

Down in the hoosy-a-way

It hurt my heart to think that you could end up that way, so I pray



(Chorus)

It hurts me father, seein' your mi-nd can falter

We must be faltered, ‘cause we pray, here it go-es



When I get out it's gonna be us, see?

Me, you, and G'jay